22 NOAHI’ve been standing on the beach for fifty minutes. Beads of sweat dot my forehead, but they’re not from the sun. That set ten minutes ago.
“Where is she?” Sterling hisses under his breath.
“She’ll be here,” I say through gritted teeth, checking my watch yet again.
After everything we’ve built . . . living together, working together . . . it all feels so fragile and pointless if Olivia doesn’t follow through today.
Guests are starting to look at each other, and hushed whispers rustle through the small crowd.
The officiant shifts her weight, looking as uncomfortable as I feel. Then she leans in toward me. “I’m terribly sorry, but I have an appointment in twenty minutes. I can’t wait much longer.”
I nod and look to Fred. His features are twisted with worry. When he tips his chin
